Chapter 292: Don't Be Too Hostile Toward Him

Mu Youyu was pulled off the stage by him, "Let's go down and talk, everyone's watching."

Jiang Liangjin leaned in, voice low: "They're watching theirs, we're talking ours."

Mu Youyu was already used to his indiscriminate affection, so she stopped resisting and let him pull her off the stage.

Bai Yun tactfully stepped back half a step.

"I saw Brother Xianqi!" Mu Youyu's eyes lit up.

Jiang Liangjin fell silent upon hearing that name.

Having just arrived offstage, Mu Xianqi gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, went over to Mu Xin, and found the best person to complain to: "A Xin, look at Jiang Liangjin—how can he be like this?"

Qing An leaned back in the chair, swung his leg, a smirk of amusement playing on his lips: "Getting angry is useless—go ahead and rage to death~"

Mu Xi didn't even glance at him.

Song Huaixian tilted his head, looking puzzled: "What's wrong with A Jin again?"

In his view, whoever treats his sister well is one of his own.

Song Yusui had just sat down in a second‑row seat; hearing this, he immediately chimed in: "Exactly, don't be biased against our A Jin."

Obviously, these brothers had long tacitly accepted Jiang Liangjin's place beside Mu Youyu.

Only Mu Xin, Song Yan, and Lu Yuchu could talk to him.

Mu Xin glanced at Mu Xianqi's tense profile and feigned ignorance: "What's wrong with A Jin? He's always been like this with his sister; Brother Xianqi isn't hearing this for the first time."

However, pulling and tugging in front of so many people was indeed a bit inattentive to propriety.

Mu Xianqi was incredulous: "... What do you call him?"

Mu Xin: "Don't be too hostile toward him."

Mu Xianqi choked.

Mu Xianyan watched their reactions, holding back laughter.

Mu Xianqi turned his gaze to Song Yan: "Xiao Yan, look..."

Song Yan didn't turn his head, cutting him off: "I don't want to deal with you."

"Chu Chu..."

Lu Yuchu didn't lift his head either: "I'm handling things, don't cause trouble."

He was still more concerned about the recent plot against his sister.

Jiang Liangjin and such were set aside.

Mu Xianqi was doused with cold water by the three in succession, leaving him speechless; he could only stand there glumly.

His gaze remained locked on Jiang Liangjin's back, his hostility undiminished.

Yu Ci had already begun reciting the next performance.

A small commotion followed.

"Is that Senior Song, plus Jing Shaoe, and the princess up front?"

"When will it end? I want to go get my husband's autograph—why is he sitting so far up front?"

"Once it's over, my brother will definitely leave; they're all here to see their sisters."

"You haven't noticed that the music Miss Mu plays resembles the background score from a game released yesterday?"

"..."

Mu Youyu was lightly embraced by a burst of energy; the youth carried a faint scent of disinfectant mixed with the chill of the wind—a smell she knew well.

"Youbao!"

Mu Youyu and Song Huaiyu hadn't seen each other in over two months; they usually only video‑called, so seeing him in person now was a pleasant surprise: "Brother Huaiyu! How did you get here?"

She remembered that just a few days ago in their video call, Song Huaiyu had been complaining about faulty experimental data and needing to stay late in the lab.

"I came especially to watch the little princess go on stage." Song Huaiyu released her, his tone indulgent.

As soon as he got out of the car, he shoved Mu Nian aside; Mu Nian hadn't caught up yet.

Jiang Liangjin stood to the side, obediently letting go of Mu Youyu's hand: "Hello, Brother Huaiyu."

Song Huaiyu gave a casual reply, then completely ignored him, his full attention on his sister.

Seeing that this brother seemed unwilling to engage him, Jiang Liangjin positioned him, Song Yan, and Mu Xianqi in a line.

First, he needed to divert some of Song Yan's attention and pay more heed to the high‑threat Mu Xianqi.

Then came Song Huaiyu.

Thinking that, he didn't say much more.